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Every day is like Falling into a deep pit, waiting to hit the ground Hoping to reach home safe and sound On my way, I tell myself; "This  void inside  needs to be filled; Somethings in life need to be fixed" No one near me, seems to get a hint So I keep it that way; hide it all behind a wall For even if they knew, There's nothing much they could do I see how they complain; Still manage to live their life to the fullest Maybe this is an art, I need to learn Just to get rid of this pain Cause God knows How long will it take, For everything to be better again.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Counting days
Every day is like Falling into a deep pit, waiting to hit the ground Hoping to reach home safe and sound On my way, I tell myself; "This  void inside  needs to be filled; Somethings in life need to be fixed" No one near me, seems to get a hint So I keep it that way; hide it all behind a wall For even if they knew, There's nothing much they could do I see how they complain; Still manage to live their life to the fullest Maybe this is an art, I need to learn Just to get rid of this pain Cause God knows How long will it take, For everything to be better again.
Guledawoodi
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
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